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dumplingsjinson · 3 months
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List of “I wish you would have cheated; smashed my heart to pieces, gave me a reason to hate you” prompts
“Why did you always have to be so good to me? Now I can’t even move the fuck on properly.”
“You were the best I’ve ever had, and I fucking hate that. I fucking hate that no one can ever be better than you, and… And I was the one to have lost you.”
“I really wish you gave me a reason to hate you.”
“Moving on would be so much easier if you just… If you just fucked me over.”
“Is it messed up that I wish you did something to me to make me hate you? Because this shit hurts ten times more than ending it with a piece of shit.” 
“If only you’d hurt me like I’d hurt you. Only if the tables were turned. Because then I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do right now.”
“Tell me how I’m supposed to move on when you’ve always been so supportive and caring of me; how I’m supposed to move on when I know I’ve hurt you so many times while you’ve always taken care of me when I deserved none of your kindness? How am I supposed to move on when you’ve done me right, all of the time?” 
“If only you’d given me one reason to hate your guts. Just one. It would have made this so much easier. But no. You’ve given me none. But you’ve given me every reason to hate myself, which is not your fault, but entirely my own.”
“You know what the worst thing about this is? You did nothing wrong. And I wish you did.”
“…You’ve done nothing wrong to me, which is why it makes it so much harder for me to get the closure I need. You broke me to pieces without meaning to, because you were doing what’s right for yourself; by leaving someone who wasn’t right for you. By leaving me.” 
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bucketwritingpail · 4 months
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Thinking about Danny wishing to go back to a time where he wasn't constantly in danger, and Desiree not being able to find a time in his life that can fit the bill so just,,, nothing happens.
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givethispromptatry · 9 months
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"Tell me your wish, my dear, and I will see it done."
"Whatever I wish?" Her eyes narrowed as she watched the creature nod. "I wish to save my family from destitution."
"Yes, yes, as you are my wife I can do that without issue. I won't even count it as your wish. No," it leaned forward in its seat, "no. I want you to take this chance to be selfish."
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thelonelyempath · 1 year
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Nonverbal Love Prompts (saying "I love you" without saying "I love you")
Laying on your partner's lap while watching a movie
2. Cooking your partner's favorite meal
3. Giving your partner a massage after a stressful day
4. Randomly hugging your partner out of nowhere (bonus points if you're not a physically affectionate person)
5. Forehead, cheek, nose, and hand kisses
6. Kissing your partner's scars to show that you care
7. Remembering a tiny, insignificant fact about your partner because you thought it was interesting
8. KIssing your partner's knuckles to ease their anxiety
9. Playing with your partner's hair until they fall asleep
10. Watching over your partner with adoration as they sleep on your lap
11. Buying/making your partner something that reminds you of them
12. Laying on your partner's chest and listening to their heartbeat
13. Holding your partner's hand in crowds so you/they don't get lost
14. Texting your partner to tell them you got home safe/make sure they got home safe
15. Cuddling your partner back to sleep after a nightmare
16. Listening to your partner vent about whatever's bothering them
17. Helping your partner with chores/homework
18. Sharing your food with your partner
19. Laughing at your partner's jokes, even if you don't find them that funny
20. Taking care of your partner when they're sick or injured
21. Giving your partner your jacket when they're cold
22. Tucking a strand of your partner's hair behind their ear to better see their face
23. Adjusting your schedule to spend more time with your partner
24. Getting your partner out of a situation that makes them uncomfortable
25. Intertwining your fingers with your partner's while making love
26. Holding your partner against your chest and letting them cry when they're upset
27. Giggling at how cute your partner is when they blush
28. Clinging to your partner when you're tired
29. Deep, passionate, breathless kisses that leave you aching for more
30. Dancing with your partner in the living room
31. Defending your partner in their absence
32. Smiling at your partner just to see them smile back at you
33. Back hugs
34. Having a conversation with your partner using only your eyes
35. Looking at your partner fondly, appreciating the fact that they exist and they're in your life
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amethysts-prompts · 1 year
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Prompt #226
“What are you doing here?”
Hero shrugged. “Anxious restlessness. Figured I’d crash your place- give myself a distraction.”
“And what? You just assumed I’d be awake at the same time, doing God knows what?”
“Well, yeah. You’re a villain and you’ve only trauma dumped on me every time we’ve fought. I didn’t assume. I knew you would be awake.”
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magnusbae · 2 months
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If you're interested, here's a prompt from the ones who just shared:
"Then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
No rush hehe I hope you get rest and have fun writing this!
Now, see, I could have taken this as an open prompt and went with something else, but I know you like dreamling and so I was good.
Thanks for the prompt dear! 💖 Also special thanks goes to @cuubism for actually going through it 🌻🌻🌻 any mistakes are me ignoring her wisdom or straight up forgetting to edit it. one of the two.
Dreamling - some flavor of hurt/comfort(?) 'you dare?' kind of situation going on there, 1,394w
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“I cannot fathom why—” 
Dream halts mid-sentence, his outrage rendering him speechless for a precious moment in which Hob tries, fruitlessly, to come up with a way to placate him, to explain in a way that will somehow pass as acceptable to Dream. The betrayal is tangible in the air, so charged that Hob’s hair actually stands on end as if from static. It feels like standing at your front door, still safe but seeing the hurricane on the horizon, knowing that this false safety can and will change in moments. Hob cannot think of a single thing. 
“You.” Dream grits his teeth so tightly that they scrape loudly, the sound of it making Hob’s own teeth ache uncomfortably. “Know.” Dream says each word as if it takes a great burden to even use human speech and not simply burn a hole in Hob’s mind. Given Dream’s past record, which Hob had recently learnt of, perhaps it does. “You know I do not ask.”
“I know.” Hob winces.
There’s no denying that he knew. Knew full well that asking Dream’s sibling for help was a guaranteed way to not only outrage him, but also land Hob a very creative punishment and the end of their long friendship.
He knew that, and did it anyway. 
Would again, if he had to.
He will not apologize for that.
Dream seems to come to the same conclusion, cheeks reddening in a surprising display of humanity, of lack of control over his appearance. The darkness that creeps into his eyes is distinctly not human. Hob shudders but fixes his eyes on Dream’s, refusing to avert his eyes like a reprimanded youth. He did what he did, and he’s not sorry.
''Then.” To Hob’s surprise, Dream seems to level himself, to school the darkness out of his eyes and ask with a calm that is somehow more unnerving than his rage. “Why did you do it?" There is a finality to this question, like a judge asking for one last confession to tip the scale one way or another. There will be judgment at the end of it, Hob knows. 
“Because…” he sucks in a breath, there’s a ball of nerves in his stomach and frustration, surprising him with its intensity, it feels almost like anger.
Why is he here, searching for excuses for something he believes in wholeheartedly? He doesn’t want to learn firsthand of Dream’s notorious pettiness but he’s not here to play these sort of games. 
The outraged huff is stuck in his throat— he didn’t even realize he had raised his voice this much, not until the ring of it strains his ears. He is practically shouting. And he doesn’t care. 
 ''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.''
There’s anger in it, frustration, a measure of desperation.
“I bloody love you more than I fear you, that’s why.” His own cheeks burn, itch, tingle with the indignation of it all. “Because I’m a besotted fool who would make a pact with the devil if I had to, if it meant helping you.” He gestures curtly at Dream, then spreads his arm in an exaggerated motion of question. “Why else? Seriously, why else?!” He stops at that, breathing harshly. This is not how he had imagined, not even close. Fuck it. And fuck Lucifer, too. And Dream’s all too pleased sibling, on top.
Through his outburst Hob had stopped paying attention to Dream’s face, only his eyes, latching onto them as if they were his anchor in this universe, the only constant thing, in life, in this.
When he finally looks, really looks, he realizes with a start that Dream’s cheeks are no longer red with anger, that his eyebrows are not as tightly knitted, that his pale lips form a small and lax ‘o’. 
His friend looks taken aback, pacified and…surprised.
Like he couldn’t fathom this being the reason for Hob’s supposed betrayal of trust. Like this was the last rationale he had expected to hear, like he, an Endless being of incomprehensible wisdom, is unable to conceive this simple truth. Like he’s at a loss now.
Like he’s a bloody idiot. Hob shakes his head in amazement, his own anger evaporating as quickly as it came. Yet again he wonders how it is possible to be all knowing and yet so blind, so oblivious to such a simple truth, one Hob didn’t even try too hard to hide, really.
“I know you didn’t want me to,” he softens his voice, speaking more quietly “but I really didn’t have a choice. If I could do this on my own, you know I would have, I’d do worse for you.” He smiles at Dream, he doesn’t even try to sound self-deprecating, it’s the honest truth. He would.
His hand drops by his side and he awaits then, for his judgment.
“You love, me?”
Hob doesn't know how to respond to such a simple question other than–
“I do.”
There’s nothing else to add to that, he said it all, he did it all, even Dream must understand this is no passing fancy. One does not risk their immortal soul for something insignificant. Especially not Hob. One does it when it means everything. And in this case, it did. Dream did. 
Dream seems to again, come to the same conclusion. 
He wilts, shoulders sagging. He looks both much older and much younger at the same time, like this knowledge has stricken him, hurt him.
“You shouldn’t” is all he says. 
“But I do.” Hob answers in return. 
“I see that.” Dream’s voice is a whisper carried by the breeze, gentle, endless, aching. He looks torn in that moment, the judge whose scales no longer measure in any understandable manner. He casts his gaze down. 
“Just let me,” Hob says. He did not come here demanding boons, nor love, only to help Dream. “Forgive my impudent human inclinations to save what I love, and let us continue as we were. Friends. “
“Friends…” Dream repeats after him, as if in disbelief.
Dream opens his mouth to say more—to accept or refuse, Hob doesn’t know—but in that exact moment Matthew half-crashes, half-lands on Dream’s shoulder, a flutter of black feathers and barely muffled curses.
“Boss! Oh for fuck’s sake— I mean cracker’s sake— I mean what the hell— I mean you’re fine—you’re actually okay, I was sure that this time you’re like legit—” he notices Hob then, and cawing loudly he curses again “You actually did it you son of a bitch— you really did!” His wings open excitedly, brushing against Dream’s face, covering it up.
“Matthew.” 
“Uh-” Matthew folds his wings immediately. 
Hob looks at Dream then, the moment is decidedly broken but he has to know if he’d see him again, he can’t just go on not knowing, it’ll drive him insane. “Dream—” he starts, but Dream speaks over him.
“We will discuss this—” Dream’s lips tighten, eyes flicking to Matthew and then back at Hob. “At a later time.” He concludes rather curtly, seemingly deciding that addressing exactly what they will be discussing is not something he wants his Raven to be privy to.
“Right…” Hob murmurs, not speaking further of the topic either. It’s one thing to break Dream’s boundaries over life and death, another entirely over his own impatience and need to know. Dream wanting to see him again at all is already a damn good sign, and Hob will take it, gladly.
“I’ll see you later then, Dream” He uses the name even while not being sure he is still permitted to, that he did not lose the privilege. Dream tilts his head but doesn’t object, instead he nods once and disappears in a swirl of golden sand.
“Show off…” Hob murmurs into the empty air, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a good feeling in his gut, he should probably be worried but he has a feeling that things will work out, that it all will be just fine. He can’t explain it, but he has learnt to trust his gut over the years. After all, it once led him to believe that he would never die.
It was right then, and it’ll be right now too. He and Dream will figure it out and will be better for it. Just like the other time, just like always. 
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dracognition · 1 month
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for the tropes mash-ups, 86 and 100?? please?! (or whatever takes your fancy!)
86: i didn't mean to turn you on + 100: accidentally saving the day send me a trope mash-up!
Really, it only happened because he was on edge about Malfoy touching him so much.
"You are going to a ball hosted by--and I'm not sure if you're aware of this--an actual prince," he said, tapping his wand against Harry's waist to adjust the size of his shirt. "And you're embarrassing the Ministry by dressing like this; I've always said so." His free hand was wrapped around Harry's wrist, apparently to make sure he didn't run, but his grip was firm against his pulse point and unexpectedly warm and all Harry could do to not lunge at him was focus on anything other than his long fingers or the soft curve of his mouth.
So he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling and catalogued sounds: the rustling of his suit as it readjusted itself, the pleased hum Malfoy made when he was satisfied, the soft footsteps padding across the room--
--Wait, Harry thought, and aimed his wand toward the noise. "Stupefy," he said, still staring at the ceiling. He heard a grunt and a thud and felt Malfoy backing away, and after a moment spent collecting himself he followed.
"Oh, hey," he said, peering down at the man he'd just knocked out. "This was the guy who was targeting the prince, wasn't it? That's convenient."
Malfoy's eyes were wide. "You didn't even look," he said. "That--was irresponsible."
"I knew where he'd be," replied Harry defensively, and Malfoy swallowed. He glanced down again, wordlessly cast a Full Body-Bind, and glanced back at Malfoy, who was now staring at him with an expression Harry didn't dare parse. "Er," he said. "D'you reckon we should get going?"
"Threat neutralised," said Malfoy, his voice low and rough. "We could probably just call in and skip the event."
Harry frowned. "But you like those stupid parties."
Malfoy stepped forward, his cool fingers reaching up for Harry's jaw. "I can think of better ways to spend my time," he said, and Harry was about to ask what could possibly be better to him than kissing some prince's arse, but then Malfoy leaned in and kissed him so hard he stumbled back and Harry suddenly wasn't too bothered about the ball either.
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inklore · 10 months
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—🍊. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐔'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓
this is not a writing challenge, this is just a list of summer au's that have been collecting dust in my google docs that i'm both sick of looking at, and also feel like for those who also really enjoy writing summery fics, could always use more inspiration or ideas for au's or scenario's (even if it's just smutty or fluffy blurbs).
please make note that anyone can use these for any fandom or character. it's literally for everyone, for whatever ship, gender, or verse. no one owns au's and everyone makes them their own and writes differently. so please do with the content below as you wish!!
you don't gotta tag me if you use one but would i love to read your beautiful work? hell yeah so feel free to if ya feel like it.
i separated each into categories + some might have added context or prompts because i have zero self control and like to be extra and add ideas onto things lmao.
hopefully someone finds these fun and helpful, happy writing my loves <3
LOCATION.
beach
ocean
ice cream parlor
lake town
ranch
summer camp
summer school
island
boat
fishing town
resort
the woods
national park
public pool
destination wedding
renaissance fair
lake house
bar
theme park
capecod
italy
winery / vinyards
country club
cruise ship
concert
RELATIONSHIP BASED.
brothers best friend ('unfortunately' spending the summer with your family)
neighbors au
exes back for the summer
bodyguard au (character a has to follow around reader whose some princess/rich girl on a vacation, bonus points if she's supposed to be on lockdown but refuses to stay at the hotel, even more bonus points if her parents sent her on this vacation as a rehabilitation for her bad habits)
best friends dad (you're spending the summer with your bestie and god her dads hot as hell)
mermaid x human
frat boy x good girl (last minute studying together before summer break, or maybe the frat is throwing a big grad party and reader decides to let loose for the first time in forever)
frat boy x sorority girl (it's giving rich hoes who can't stand each other who get caught doing something and have to do community service with each other alllll summerrrrr long, can you think of anything worse?!)
sitcom stars (they're both on some summer love show but fall for each other instead, or you're two celebs supposed to be fake dating on some mtv drama show in palm springs but you actually fall for each other)
park ranger x someone who thought going camping alone would be fun but oh shit i know nothing about the wilderness au
ex-best friends ex (a summer love but put revenge and 'we're only fucking because this friend screwed me over and it'll really show them' au anyone??)
lifeguard x parent au (or you saved my life let me repay you wink wink)
dads best friend
house sitter x house owner (or neighbor, or family member who came home early and wtf are you doing here and who are you?? or even the old i asked the neighbor to watch our house but also my wife wink wink)
babysitter who tags along on vacation with the family au
fake dating (for the summer)
friends to lovers was made for summer au's!!!
superhero x vigilante (nightly meet ups to keep the streets safe)
friends with benefits but only for the summer au
painter x muse
body found on beach x person who found them (+ the added bonus of the two of them working together to figure out wtf happened and how they got there)
sugar baby x sugar whathaveyou (free vacation? hell yeah)
roommates (renting a room for summer what could go wrong)
tour guide / local x tourist
camp counselor x parent of camper
friend group on a drama filled vacay au
the only single people at this resort for couples au
sad housewife x pool boy
DARK THEMED.
cult au
slasher au
hitchhiking gone wrong (or right)
monster au (summer is the perfect time to go exploring for the monster in the woods or the lake, ocean even, obviously)
haunted house au
ghost hunting au
hunter x prey (bonus points if they don't know they're being hunted until it's too late)
safe house au (gone wrong)
kidnapping au (it's giving 365 days but less shitty ok)
stranded au (on an island, in a creepy town, etc)
bestie's trip gone wrong au (the innocent looking guys at the pool who are gorgeous are actually super shitty and deadly omg, or the couple in the hotel room next to us are insane wow, or someone is killing us off...but it's someone within the friend group)
stuck in an abandoned amusement park au
INSPIRED BY.
grease au
dirty dancing au
x au (70s-80s pornstars au + added slasher element if ya wanna make it dark)
daisy jones & the six / rocker au (summer tour anyone?)
the white lotus (cheating au?? a couple hoping a vacation will fix their marriage, maybe even the whole shitty husband leaves you there and you fall for one of the resort workers)
50 first dates au (but make it 'i bet i can make you fall in love with me by the end of summer)
jurassic park au
i know what you did last summer au
friday the 13th au
the final girls au (aka you end up in your favorite movie and have to find your way out with a side of 'oh shit there's my fav character what if i stayed and made them fall in love with me instead', or go full final girls au and you're stuck in a cult horror movie and have to survive the night to get out of it)
outer banks / goonies au
schitt's creek au
romeo and juliet (1996) au
mama mia au (the prequeal tho aka boning a bunch of people and omg i'm pregnant who is the baby daddy tho??)
overboard au
OCCUPATIONS.
naturalist
farmers market vender
dog walker / dog sitter
dive bar singer
surfer
swim instructor
vet
journalist
camp counselor
author
cowboy
undercover pi
contractor
car wash attendant
lifeguard
gardener / landscaper
summer intern
tour guide
tutor
nanny
theme park owner
bartender
house sitter
summer farmhand
golf course caddy
sign-holder
movie theatre worker
uber driver
wedding photographer
hotel receptionist
RANDOM.
heatwave (how ever will we stay cool?)
shipwreck / stranded on an island au
rainstorm / hurricane au (stuck inside oh no what will we do??)
love triangle that shit
matchmaking au
love letters in a bottle au
drunken karaoke
kissing in the rain is top tier
workaholic letting loose au
(illegal) car racing au
road trip au
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Short Prompt #1216
A soft humming filled the room alongside the gentle scratching of a magical feather tip against paper, black ink decorating the book's pages with words of a story. The writer tapped at their chin as they paused, wondering how to continue.
"Ah!" they gasped, startled when a pair of arms suddenly embraced them from behind.
"Hello, my little magician~," the creature greeted with a purr, its glowing eyes shining with amusement.
"H-Hello, sir. You scared me!" They held a hand to their rapidly beating heart and turned to face their monstrous sponsor.
"I apologize, my dear. I simply couldn't help but be curious about how your next work was coming along." The creature grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth and looked over their shoulder.
"Ah! N-No peeking!" The human quickly closed the book. "I can't have you spoiling the story for yourself, now c-can I?"
"Hmm. I suppose so, yes," it hummed, moving even closer and holding the writer against its chest. "But I also can't have you overworking yourself, darling. How about a quick break? That order of your favorite tea just came in~."
"Y-You indulge me too much, sir." They flushed, feeling their face grow hot as the monster chuckled in their ear.
"You know I enjoy pampering you, my little artist~." It nuzzled against the crook of their neck and left a kiss on their skin that made them squeak. "Now come. The cake I made won't eat itself~."
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fwoosheye · 5 months
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*sighs* Not again
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Okay so it's another LU idea and can someone please adopt it so it will leave me alone? Anyone? I have too many projects already. Someone please save me!
Anyway. This is a "Legend is the last one to join the chain" idea. He was practically raised by Fi after he pulled the Master Sword for the first time (was it @bokettochild who came up with that? I know I've read some really good fics with that but I'm not sure I remember by who correctly. Please correct me if I've mixed people up), and it takes place on Lorule's Death Mountain. Link is a regular at the Treacherous Tower, because it's an easy way to earn money and with the Triforce restored the monsters aren't as mindless as before so he actually befriends them (though I hc the monsters in the T-Tower were the least mindless to begin with (at least the ones in the audience, maybe the ones one fights were caught mindless ones), probably around the level of Blind the Ex-Sage the Thief, and that they just became more "stable" and better att communicating when the Triforce was restored). Anyway when the story takes place, Link is actually filling in for the final boss because the Purple Moldorm is sick and their new Union demands sick time or something.
When the chain appears in Lorule it's fairly near the T-Tower and when they ask the Devilish Girl about the Hero and learn he's the final boss, they realize someone will have to get up there and defeat him for his shift to end. She will only let one of them enter, so Sky, Warriors or Wild traverse the Tower with the Master Sword in hand (and I'd pick one of those three because they're aware of Fi's presence. Wild might be post-TotK Wild).
When Sky/Wars/Wild finally makes it to Legend there's some brief chatting, and when they attempt to attack each other they simultaneously get their hands burned and Legend accidentally hisses an undignified "Mom!" at Fi making the other Hero realise this teen was practically raised by a sword (and yes this is the scene that gives me the urge to write this, please save me). It becomes a sword-less battle, because Legend shift won't end if he's not defeated and his (magical?) contract don't permit him to hold back more than making it non-leathal. Tri-Force Heroes might've taken place before ALBW for this fic so Legend actually can use doppels/doppel medallion/etc so there 3v1 for a bit. Surprising move from Sky/Wars/Wild eventually sees Legend defeated and he meets the rest of the chain. He probably offers to guide them to the Castle to talk with Princess Hilda, if it doesn't turn out they've managed to get the information they want from the monsters on the audience while they watched. Maybe the chain are chatting about different friendly/civil monsters they've met during their adventures while descending the mountain. And/or Sky/Wars/Wild asks Legend why he addressed his sword as mom.
And because I am utterly incapable of keeping a story idea short, I was also considering to make it so Link is stuck in Lorule because the bracelet only had enough power left to send one of them home to Hyrule and both Link and Princess Hilda agreed Princess Zelda should be the one to return. Ravio would in that case likewise be stuck in Hyrule because he didn't have enough magic. He had probably managed to sneak into Hyrule's Sacred Realm trying to go home and met Zelda as she came back so he knew Link had won, though he might've left before Zelda made her wish (or even woke up?) and thinks Lorule and Link is gone. Maybe. It has some sweet juicy angst potential to let Ravio think his home and hero are destroyed. But also including this would for sure make it a longer fic...
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trailsofpaper · 9 months
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Max/Daniel, 41?
...because the world is saved
Forgive me for the incredibly sentimental interpretation of "the world" lol. CW: referenced parental abuse
Max has to throw gravel at his window, and a couple of his neighbors wake up, angry, but eventually Daniel sticks his head out and throws the keys down to Max, so it doesn't matter.
Daniel still hasn't really woken up by the time Max tiptoes through his door and leaves the keys on the dresser. His hair is mussed and there's bags under his eyes—he must've had a long shift at the bar, Max thinks. Maybe they had a band playing, and Daniel stayed for a while after his shift, even. He likes music. The boombox propped up by the second-hand couch is Daniel's favorite thing.
"Hiya, Maxy," Daniel says and rubs at his puffy eyes. "What's up?"
"I can't go home," Max says. His chest feels tight, like there's no air even though Daniel has left the window open. "My dad— he said. He said I shouldn't."
Daniel's hand drops. "Max," he says.
Max shakes his head. "Sorry for waking you up."
Daniel's hand touches Max. "No, no sorry," he says. "You can stay here. Stay here, Max, and—and I'll get some friends to break in and steal your stuff from that house. You won't ever have to go back."
Hearing Daniel say it like that makes Max breathe in. It feels easier now.
"Daniel," Max says. He's holding Daniel's shirt, with its ratty Ramones print and holes in the armpits. It smells like Daniel.
"Yeah?" Daniel says. His voice is still rough from sleep.
Max kisses him on the mouth. Daniel's breath is boozy and stale, but he kisses back.
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aqueerchronicle · 4 months
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Turns out if you squint hard enough nearly every song on 1989 TV is actually inspired by Supercorp!
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blindmagdalena · 1 year
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I hope you are taking care good care of yourself! I was just thinking about taking care of a sick Homelander, maybe another supe that can make other supers fall ill accidentally used their powers on Homelander, the supe gave him the equivalent of the flu, but Homelander being Homelander is needy and dramatic as fuck, forcing you to take care of him.
It's been two days since Homelander had a nasty run-in with a supe terrorist—sorry, super villain—who calls themselves Contagion. As the name implies, their power is the spread of disease through contact. At the time, Homelander had been dismissive of it, certain he would be immune. As it turns out, he absolutely is not. Luckily, it isn't lethal for him in the way it would be for just about anyone else. However, it has left him suffering side-effects the likes of which he has never experienced. On the bright side, it isn't contagious beyond initial infection, and you've been allowed to care for him while the malady wears off. In fact, he insisted upon it. He thoroughly refused to stay in Vought's medical ward.
"Babe," Homelander groans weakly. He's sprawled out on the couch, too stubborn to be resting by himself in the bedroom while you cook dinner, but too sick to be self-sufficient. You know it's serious because he's wearing pajamas. "My ice pack melted." Never have you heard him sound so full of self-pity. He's been relentlessly mopey through this experience. While you can't blame him, the flu is wretched, the theatrics are a little funny. You give a quiet laugh under your breath. Not quiet enough. "You're laughing," Homelander says flatly, still holding up that melted little ice pack. "I'm dying a slow, miserable death, and you're laughing." "You're not dying," you assure him, biting back a smile. You turn off the heat, cover the pot of soup, and retrieve a new ice pack from the freezer. You walk it to him, taking the lukewarm one from his extended hand. "The doctor said your system is fighting it exceptionally well. You're going to be alright." Homelander is quiet. He's pouting at you, you realize. His lips are pursed, brows deeply furrowed. His fever has improved, but his cheeks still have a pronounced flush to them.
He doesn't want facts. He wants comfort. "...But I know that it feels like you're dying," you continue, softening your tone. "Here, up," you say, gesturing for him to lift his head. He does so without hesitation, giving you just enough space to sit before he's crowding back down against you, nuzzling grumpily into your stomach. He slips his arm under your legs, wrapping it around to grip your thighs like a pillow. You press the cold gel pack to his forehead with one hand, and stroke through his hair with the other. He makes a soft, sad little noise, but it fades off into a sigh of relief. "There we go. I've got you, darling," you coo, brushing your thumb over his temple in soothing circles. He glances up sidelong at you, ill and with a deeply wounded ego. You smile sympathetically. "This will pass. I promise." "Don't laugh at me," he says, quiet and morose. "Okay," you relent, sincere. "I didn't mean it. Honest." Satisfied, he closes his eyes, turning his head into your touch. After a few moments, he opens his eyes, staring up at you, though his gaze seems distant. "I used to have dreams like this. Of being sick. Being taken care of. Eating chicken noodle soup. Just like in the movies." You hum, caressing his cheek with your knuckles. It makes your heart ache to think of him yearning for something like this. Dreaming of a taste of the normalcy he saw in fiction. "How does the reality compare?" "Awful," he says, pitch dropping. "But there's one part of it that's better." "Oh?" You prompt, intrigued. "What's that?" "You." It makes your heart skip a beat. Warmly, you smile down at him. "I love you." He smiles back weakly, but earnest nonetheless. "Love you, too." It makes all the more sense now why he was so adamant about being home with you, and not tended to by a dozen faceless professionals in a sterile hospital. For as miserable as this is, a small part of you is glad that he's been allowed this one deeply human experience, and that you have been the one to see him through it.
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givethispromptatry · 7 months
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She couldn't help but think of those days before her adoption, before her mother died, when he would visit her shop. How he would whisper her promises of domestic bliss and happy endings that echoed through her mind for days afterward.
She glanced down again at the wedding invitation in her hands. "What a joke."
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boysbeloving · 9 months
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Happy Birthday, Dom! <3333
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HIII GUYS couldnt find my post about the christmas writing prompt i made last year but here it is copy pasted if you would like to use it this year!!!!
"....and then jacks just absolutely hates all holidays....he hates the mistletoe, the decorations, the singing, the presents (especially the presents because what are you even getting presents for anyways?? the seasons changing???), he just absolutely despises all of that....
but then eva is trying to get him to enjoy it, and it's like her goal now to get jacks to enjoy christmas 😭 idk, kind of stupid idea but i think it would be cute
this idea is free to use with credit<3"
i still remember how much i loved all the christmas fics you guys made last year and i'll probably read them again 😭
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